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From: (Anonymous)

Really, the only drink they’d had in common the past two days was the tea. But the kitchen staff had been resolute that Arcadia did not touch the food. That left one conclusion.

Arcadia had spiked all Farengar’s potions - including the healing potion he’d poured into his and Olria’s tea.

Farengar ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. A pounding headache was already beginning. “There goes my evening of research,” he said to himself, standing. Then, he went to his cabinet and began emptying the shelves. He dragged a waste barrel over to his desk. He poured each potion into it, setting the bottles aside to rinse later.

The air in the room smelled foul by the time he’d emptied three dozen potions into the barrel. Bottles of all colours, shapes, and sizes littered his desk and the alchemy and enchanting tables. With each drop that filled the barrel, Farengar’s anger grew. Arcadia would owe him an entire purse of gold for all his stock going to waste like this.

Later that evening, Olria emerged from her bedroom. She froze in the doorway, staring at the workroom in horror. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “You threw out those expensive invisibility potions?”

“For everyone’s sake,” Farengar replied without turning, “it had to be done.”

Olria stared at him as if he’d gone crazy. Maybe he was being a little more thorough than necessary. “Why?” Olria demanded.

Farengar glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow arching. “Because you felt intensely attracted to Arcadia.”

Olria’s face flushed redder than he’d ever seen. “How—” she choked. “How did you know that?”

“My amazing powers of deductive reasoning,” the man chuckled. “And… because it happened to me, too.”

“W-what! Oh, gods, is it… the love elixir?”

“I reached the conclusion that the Jarl’s servants may not be as incompetent as I at first suspected. There were no thieves. Arcadia must have been the culprit. She could have contaminated any number of my potions.” His eyes narrowed. “I am not taking any chances.”

“Here, I’ll help,” Olria said, feverishly.

Olria helped him clean the bottles while Farengar set about remixing his potions. Many of them would take days to settle into a usable state.

Olria returned with another crate full of clean vessels. She set them on his desk and filled the crate with those that were still potentially contaminated. “You had to throw out the Child’s Bane,” she said mournfully.

“I am making more now,” Farengar replied. “But, as you know, it will take at least two days before it will be effective.”

Olria’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah, I know.” She took the crate and marched back outside to clean the next set of bottles.

Once Farengar tired of sneezing over dusty herbs and plants, he cleaned up the alchemy station and replenished his potions cabinet. Olria was dozing at his desk, her head on her arms. It was very late, and the keep was quiet.

The man shook Olria’s shoulder. She yawned and sat up. “All done?” she asked.

“As much as I have the patience for tonight,” Farengar said.

Olria nodded, standing. Farengar guided her to his room. He closed the door and doused his lamp, leaving them in darkness. Olria moved towards his bed, but he caught her hand. He tugged her towards him.

Olria sighed and leaned into him, her head against Farengar’s chest. “Here I thought my body was betraying you,” she laughed. “With the enemy, of all people.”

Farengar chuckled. He kissed the top of her head. “Arcadia certainly has developed an effective aphrodisiac,” he said. “Too bad for her desire is not the equivalent of love.”

The man touched Olria’s face in the darkness, feeling her smile. She was in her mage’s robes today. He began to loosen the clasps. Her robes drifted to the floor.

The woman’s fingers were already busy shedding his clothes, too. All of them. Soon bare skin pressed against bare skin, and Farengar let out a comfortable sigh. Olria kissed down his chest and belly, her breasts brushing teasingly over his groin. Farengar pulled her back upright and leaned down to kiss her.

From: (Anonymous)

“Arcadia certainly has developed an effective aphrodisiac,” he said. “Too bad for her desire is not the equivalent of love.”

Ah, that line gave me so many feels. This fill deserves an award!